Feline Breakfast Call

by John Hayes — last modified Aug 09, 2011 06:52 PM

Six little impsters hanging 'round my bed.
waiting patiently for some food to be fed.
Ones at my head licking at my nose,
ones at my feet gnawing on my toes.
And one's kneeding on my neck,
making me a fidgety sort of wreck.
Thank God there's one quietly purring at my side,
but if I don't get up the cavalry will ride!
That's right, I did say six,
and I don't mean as in pick up sticks.